I
Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
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It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most.
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To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
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When Peter Wanderwide was young
He wandered everywhere he would:
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I call you bad, my little child,
Upon the title page,
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The parents of the learned child
(His father and his mother)
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Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
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The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
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The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
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The Scorpion is as black as soot,
He dearly loves to bite;
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The Vulture eats between his meals,
And that's the reason why
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The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
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The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
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When I am living in the Midlands
That are sodden and unkind,
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Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
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Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born;
He held the Human Race in Scorn,
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Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,
Was playing with a Loaded Gun
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"Oh murder! What was that, Papa!"
"My child, It was a Motor-Car,
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When George's Grandmamma was told
That George had been as good as gold,
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Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
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It happened to Lord Lundy then,
As happens to so many men:
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Because my faltering feet may fail to dare
The first descendant of the steps of Hell
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May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.
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The Dromedary is a cheerful bird:
I cannot say the same about the Kurd.
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Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year
You wear the morning like your dress
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Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
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Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
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When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
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My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in.
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Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
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